When the rocket dragged the dazzling tail flame and flew over the Vatino walls in an ominous manner, the lich Marcel was suddenly startled in his heart, and suddenly jumped out of an idea: fire rain meteor~!

The only one who can cast such a powerful fire spell is a ** master who stands at the high end of the mage level.

The rocket's long flames were exactly the same as the fire rain meteor he remembered, and it was one of the most powerful killers of the elemental mage.

I don't know how many lichs were blown to pieces in this move.

The Fire Rain Meteor is not only a large fireball, but it also explodes violently when it gets close to the target, and each explosion of flame carries a powerful killing force.

Unleashed by an elemental mage above the ** division, it is powerful enough to kill three lichs.

"How can there be elemental mages in Vatino, aren't they hostile?" said the lich Marcel with hatred in his heart.

The whole world knows that there is a lot of grudge between the mage and the priest, and they don't get along with each other.

But how could a mage come to the support of the Vatino?

Seeing that the enemy is unlucky, shouldn't he rejoice in the disaster, sit aside, happily drink cold beer and eat mutton hot pot?

This situation completely upended the Lich Marcel's cognition, and his heart was filled with puzzlement.

He could only watch as the rocket soared, swooped, landed, and exploded.

The orange flame burst out like fireworks, showing extra brightness.

The dazzling flame was so bright that all the creatures in the vicinity appeared a little slender under its illumination, and pulled out long, strange shadows behind them.

In the next instant, the orange flame suddenly expanded, engulfing all the creatures within a range of tens of meters and disappearing.

Immediately afterward, a visible ripple of air rapidly expanded on the ground.

At this time, the thunderous 'boom' sound of the arrow explosion reached the ears. Although it was still far away, the sound was so loud that it buzzed in his ears.

Before he could react, the strong wind formed by the shock wave was already howling, and the bitter wind blew his clothes and hunting, and he was unsteady on his feet, almost falling to the ground.

Wait for him to look at it again. I couldn't help but gasp.

I saw a black mushroom cloud rise in place, a thousand purities within a range of nearly 100 meters, not even a piece of grass hair, only the mushroom cloud hung hideously in the sky.

This one was more powerful than the Fire Rain Meteor he was familiar with.

"Magister, hell, it's Magister~!" The shock in the Lich Marcel's heart had not yet passed, and he saw one rocket after another coming out of the city.

Dazzling fireballs rose into the air like beads.

"Also...... And more than one~!"

Just a moment of surprise, at this moment the Lich Marcel was already frightened in his heart.

Looking at the scale of the explosion, there were at least more than twenty Magisters who released spells. But the total number of magisters in this world is less than twenty.

At this point, rockets fell to the ground one after another, and then exploded.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... The explosion was so violent that even the earth trembled. Although it was far away, Marcel still felt the earth under his feet rise and fall like waves.

The violent explosion lasted less than half a minute, but in Marcel's mind, it seemed like it had taken half a year.

When the explosion ended, the whole land was silent.

On the battlefield, the original dense shadows have all disappeared, leaving only a sea of fire. Above that sea of fire, dozens of huge black mushroom clouds kept flipping and rolling.

It was like the end of the day.

Marcel looked at the sea of fire in front of him, confused.

What can have such power is no longer a spell, but a forbidden spell. Only the legendary 'Last Rì Catastrophe' has the power to sweep the battlefield like this.

Just now he was just surprised, and at this moment the Lich Marcel was already afraid in his heart: Forbidden spells, doesn't it mean that there is only one forbidden spell magician in the class?

But before he could react, he saw another fireball rising into the city.

When the lich Marcel saw this, his whole body immediately froze. He groaned lowly: This is fucking unscientific~!

The reason why a forbidden spell is called a forbidden spell is that it is difficult to cast and consumes extremely mana. A forbidden spell wizard casts it once, and then it is like having kidney deficiency, and it has to rest for at least ten years and half a month.

But...... But in the Vatino City, how can these entries be the same as taking Viagra, just a thousand times, and then a second time?

If so, could it be that there are two magicians in the city?

At this time, the third batch, the fourth batch...... A sharp whistling sound kept ringing.

Every time Marcel thought it was over, thinking that this was the last power of the Vatino, a new rocket would pop up and break through his psychological bottom line.

This kind of psychological torture made him very painful.

By the time the seventh batch of rockets had been fired, Marcel had already been tortured to death, and was completely in despair. If it weren't for the fact that the lord was his enemy, if it weren't for the only trace of pride left in his heart, he would have wanted to kneel directly to Lord Luo.

Finally, when the sound of the rocket artillery ceased to sound, Marcel waited for several more minutes, until he stopped, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the countless black mushroom clouds in the middle of the earth, he muttered, "Is it finally over?"

Immediately, his whole body was shocked, and Jǐng Ti looked around, out of the lich's survival instinct, he immediately thought of running away as soon as he reacted.

Since the beginning of the war, several of the Lich in front of the High Priest's Seat have died in battle, and Marcel the Lich is not one of these unlucky ones.

At this moment, a blinding white light suddenly lit up from the darkness of the Vatino's north.

A terrible lich scream echoed across the battlefield......

The Lich Marcel trembled in his heart, the power of the Holy Technique just now, he could clearly feel it more than ten miles away, it must be the ultimate force of the Holy See, the Ascetic and the Silver Wing Guard.

This instantly strengthened Marcel the Lich's thoughts.

The north has clearly failed, and attacks from other directions have been thwarted, and Vatino will soon be killed through the north gate to find the cāo controller behind the undead creatures.

If you stay any longer, you will likely be besieged by the priest.

"Retreat~!" Marcel shouted hoarsely in a night owl-like voice, then turned and flew into the night sky. Leave behind the remaining corpses and mergers in the fire, and let them struggle in the light.

When the lich and dark mage in front of him heard Marcel's order, they immediately did not stop for a moment, and immediately retreated.

They weren't fools either, just by looking at the forbidden spell just now, they knew how powerful the enemy on the other side was. If it weren't for the fear of the high priest's punishment, they would have fled desperately with their tails between their legs.

Losing the control of the dark mage, the corpse demon was quickly strangled to pieces.

And at this time, inside the Vatino City.

"Attack~!"

The head of the Knights Templar, Jacques and Molay, raised his holy sword in his hand, shouted loudly, and rushed out of the city gates.

"For the light~!" the paladins of the Knights Templar shouted impassionedly, followed and slaughtered, heading straight into the darkness.

And in the night sky, the Silverwing Knight was already hovering with an ascetic on board, carefully searching for the dark aura on the ground.

After a hearty firepower preparation, Vatino changed his defensive position and seized the opportunity to rush out.

Burning corpses lit up the ground, and the bright holy magic ahead pointed the way for the Templars.

The Templars galloped on horseback, their hooves stomping over the mutilated fragments of corpses on the ground, and with the cooperation of the priests, besieging the remaining creatures of darkness.

Even if it is a spelling monster with strong vitality, there is only one breath left at this time.

Beating the water dogs is everyone's favorite, and the priests fight to be the first in the face of these once terrifying undead creatures.

Under the siege of dozens of priests, they were quickly burned to ashes.

Unfortunately, no trace of the Dark Mage was found on the ground.

Then the Vatino sounded the clarion call for an all-out counteroffensive.

The four gates opened violently, and the priests in the city shouted the slogan "For the Light" and fought bravely and fearlessly.

After spotting the Silverwing Guards, the lich and the dark mages hastened their hasty westward retreat, hiding from the ascetics.

The Lich focused on the Shining Wings in hot pursuit, and none of them noticed that six even more terrifying killers were hiding in the night sky overhead.

The dragons with the idea of making extra money have been waiting for them in the air for a long time.

The six Irichi stared closely at the lich who was fleeing in the air, and the young Iri, led by him, gave them a look, and said solemnly: "Remember what the old man Brak said, only fight with a stuffy stick, and never fight head-on~!"

The other hippie smilers agreed, "Got it, Flory, you're so verbose." ”

The young man known as Florey pouted angrily, then waved his hand and said, "Up~!"

Pulling up the black sè's cloak and wrapping himself around, he turned into a cannonball and rushed down the lich's ranks.

Flory's target is the Lich hanging from the back of the line.

He was so fast that the lich was hurrying away, not even paying attention to the presence above them.

By the time he saw the black shadow flying down, it was too late.

Flory smashed a silver sword from the head of his hand, knocking the lich out of the air.

The lich's body slammed to the ground, and that damage was nothing to the lich.

As it struggled to its feet, five young men jumped out of it, surrounded the lich, and slammed their swords into a brawl of street hooligans.

The lich was about to gather mana and directly kill these hateful imps, when there was a sudden vibration in his life box.

The lich's jīng god followed in a trance, which means that his life box has been broken and jīng's divine power is leaking out.

"What the hell is this?" Before the lich could begin to think about the answer, the green light in his eyes suddenly went out.

Flory raised the silver sword in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, took off the lich life box inserted in the sword, pinched it in his hand, and said, "A thousand yuan is in hand." ”

Several of them showed excited expressions and said, "This money is too easy to come by." ”

"I'll come next, I'll come~!"

As he spoke, a young man flew directly into the air, chased after the tail of the lich that landed at the rear, and shook his hand and threw out a long whip.

The whip was obviously a magic weapon, and the moment it was thrown out, the long whip that was as agile as a spirit snake suddenly became much longer, and it immediately wrapped itself around the lich's neck, pulling him to the ground before the lich could react.

×××××× Lorraine carefully observed the entire battlefield, and saw that the threats on all sides had been contacted, and finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, to say that it was false to say that he was not nervous just now.

He had seen the horrific destruction of the corpse monsters with his own eyes, and the tragic situation of Edin Island was still vivid in his memory.

There are more than a dozen corpse demons here, and countless puzzles.

Fortunately, the power of the rocket was as expected.

Lord Lorraine secretly reminded himself in his heart that even if he had weapons that exceeded this era, he couldn't relax in the face of a large group of mages.

I know what strange things they will have.

Maybe when you take one out, you'll catch yourself off guard.

"It seems that we will have to focus on how to fight the team of pure mages in the future. Lord Lorraine thought to himself.

Mazovia's excited old face flushed, and he danced beside Lorraine and shouted: "Sir, big victory, big victory~!"

The lich and the dark mage fled, and the undead creatures on the battlefield naturally broke themselves, and this battle should be said to have been won.

But Lord Lorraine always felt as if something was missing, not enough to complete.

"What else I hadn't thought of?" Lorraine frowned in nervous thought, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly glanced in the direction of the Semitic camp.

Knocking on his palm, he said excitedly: "By the way, why did I forget it~!"

Mazovia was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "What have you forgotten, sir?"

Lorraine pointed to the Semitic camp in the darkness and said with a smile, "Do you remember the sāo movement of the Semitic camp a few hours ago?"

Mazovia nodded and said, "Because I was afraid of the dark mage, the enemy retreated. ”

"What do you say is left in the camp where the enemy has entered now?" Lorraine patted Mazovia on the shoulder and laughed: "Old horse, it's time to pick up the cheap~!"

Then he ordered loudly: "Get out of the city, let's go to the camp of the demon clan." ”

Patroud said loudly, "Yes, order a group to come with me." ”

Lorraine turned around and walked down the city, suddenly stopped, and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, don't forget to bring some souvenirs for the demons." ”

Patrod was stunned for a moment, then sneered, obviously understanding what Lorraine was talking about as a souvenir, and said compassionately: "Yes, I forgot if you don't say it, we still have that kind of thing." ”

Lorraine led a group of eagle divisions out of the city gates, and rushed straight to the Semitic camp in the west of the city, and in order to show his bravery, Mazovia followed despite his weariness.

Along. The priest was cleansing the corpses of the undead creatures, chanting sonorous prayers and turning their shattered, charred corpses to ashes with holy light.

Lorraine walked through the battlefield and came to the Semitic camp to restrain his horse, just as he guessed, the Semitic camp was quiet, silent, and there was no breath of life at all.

However, Patroud was still not at ease, waved his hand, and said in a loud voice: "First battalion, carefully inspect and clear this place." ”

A group of soldiers jumped off their horses, pulled up their shotguns behind their backs and rushed in.

After ten minutes, it was finally determined that the Semitic camp was indeed empty.

Lorraine and Mazovia rode in.

Pots and pans were still scattered on the ground, and some tents fell to the ground, which showed that the enemy was in a hurry to retreat.

In the center of the camp, the trucks were neatly placed together. All kinds of materials are piled up in the dew.

Lorraine even saw a pile of flour five or six meters high, with a rain cloth on it, which showed that the Semitic did not pay much attention to them.

Usually the food is stored in special military tents.

These materials will definitely not be transported from the Semitic continent, they should all be collected from the occupied areas.

The intelligence stations of venture capital companies are still active in the occupied territories, and the news ahead is clear to Lorraine.

At present, it seems that because of the cooperation of De Rossi, the method of raising war by the high priest of the dead is still successful.

After turning around, Patroud went to Lorraine and asked for instructions, "Dajin, what should I do with these materials?"

"Needless to say, burn them all. Lorraine snorted and said, "Don't forget the gifts we prepared for our demon friends." ”

Patroud laughed and said, "I've dragged all the goods at the bottom of the box." ”

The soldiers of the Eagle Division immediately began to plan and efficiently prevent fires, and the fire quickly burst into fire in the Semitic camp, and the fire spread rapidly, and it didn't take long for the entire camp to become a sea of fire.

Lorraine and Mazovia turned around and returned to the Vatino, and the remaining Eagle Division soldiers unloaded heavy wooden boxes from the wagons they had brought.

The soldiers picked up their sapper shovels and dug holes in the ground, carefully burying something in them, then took a few steps back and dug a small hole.

Mazovia looked strange and said, "Sir, what is this buried?"

Lorraine glanced behind him, and the Eagle Master was getting more and more obscene. Pick a few Semitic people to get into.

These guys even deliberately left a few stacks of grain not to burn, and dug up the dense around the grain, waiting for the Semitic to take the initiative to send it to the door.

It is conceivable that after the camp was burned, the remaining grain became the treasure of the Semitic tribes, and they would not leave it alone, and this grain would become deadly bait.

"It's all squatting and lewd. Lord Lorraine chuckled in his heart.

In the tireless teaching of Lorraine himself and Chairman Leo, the combat style of the Eagle Division inherited the style of the two, while desperately emphasizing firepower, a common saying of the Eagle Division staff officers, if you can't take it, it's because you don't have enough firepower.

Larger caliber artillery and more lethal weapons have always been the pursuit of the Eagle Division.

However, in terms of tactical deployment, he always plays the trick of squatting in the pit, and likes to lure the enemy into the firepower net to destroy it.

Lorraine shook his head with a smile and said, "Landmines, like cannonballs, but they will explode when you step on them, there are high-explosive mines, there are steel ball mines, and there is a kind of jumping mine."

When stepped on, it will fly into the air and shoot 200 blades the size of a fingernail within five meters of it. Even if you can't die, you will be crippled for life. ”

Mazovia glanced at the Breed soldiers, and immediately rode his horse forward two paces quickly.

Lorraine suddenly patted his head and said, "General Patroud, remember to draw down the minelaying area and record it, we have to clean it up after the battle." ”

Then he looked at the night sky in the west and said with a smile: "Something is ready for you, I hope you like it." ”